Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bronski Beat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.